A Sister Never Grows For The Brother
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They are pond of fresh water
Bubbling with naughty ideas
Teasing, Taming and fighting
Competing for everything
Be it a toy or cloths
Yet they remain very close
With twinkling eyes
Chattering mouth
Smelly nose
Toying tongue.
With them around
Time seizes
Indelible memories
And when they go out
to expand their family
the time is returned
with multi-fold progeny
all of them in their naughty ways
keep reminding those
chattering mouth
twinkling eyes
and toying tongues.
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